How would you react if someone said they had a dream of you in it?
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Depends on what I was doing in your dream.
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Only on roads and sidewalks... and in trains and buildings and at ball games... on buses and grocery stores and malls and bananas and in the sky. But not in dreams, no sir-ee!
Oh ffs. I have work tomorrow, how long are you going to be in there?
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Oh ffs. I have work tomorrow, how long are you going to be in there?
What? You think Ill be leaving? Its comfy in here. Man these chips are so delicious but so many crumbs. And I hate how the dip falls off them all the time. Man good thing there is so many things to wipe my hands on.
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So years ago, I was going through chemotherapy, and was seeing an oncologist regularly. She was my age more or less and very attractive and single, but also an oncologist treating me professionally.
We got along very well and generally ended up talking about things other than my treatment (which is how I learned she was single - she shared that fact unprompted), but even with that, I never pushed it - it just seemed too weird to actually pursue a relationship with my oncologist. I couldn't be sure how much of it was just in my head - some weird doctor/patient dependency thing - and besides, she was a responsible professional and I was a house painter living in a duplex and spending my spare time smoking pot and playing disc golf, so it wasn't like I had anything of actual value to offer. So I just contented myself with pleasant conversations every two weeks.
Then one day, right near the end of my treatment, seemingly out of nowhere, she said, "I dreamed about you last night."
I panicked. I couldn't imagine any follow-up to that that wasn't going to be weird or disappointing or stressful.
I don't remember what I said or how the conversation went from there, but it was noncommittal enough that I never learned the details of her dream, and our last few appointments were straightforwardly professional, and that was that. My cancer never recurred, and I haven't seen her since.
I've always wondered, but you know - if I had it to do over again, I doubt I'd do any differently.
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How I am the absolute model of human perfection of normality.
Wait... Hubert Manne? As in... Human? Are you an alien posing as a human being?
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Wait... Hubert Manne? As in... Human? Are you an alien posing as a human being?
lol. that is thing so funny because of how untrue it likely is. you are very humungus fellow human. I will tell my earth mate as she to will find it so funny.
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My wife sleep divorced me. LOL.
2 AM, she shoves me awake. She's sitting on the edge of the bed like the chick from Paranormal Activity.
She pulls her wedding ring off, jams it in my hand, says "THIS IS FOR YOU! We need to make OTHER ARRANGEMENTS! I can't believe you said THAT in front of our son!!!"
Then she lays back down and is dead asleep.
I'm like "WTAF?" Do I wake her up? Do I sleep with a knife under the pillow?
So I wake her up. She's pissed, but not "Imma divorce you" pissed, just "It's 2 AM why are you waking me up?" pissed.
"Do you know what you just did?"
"Wait, what? Why?"
So I hand her the wedding ring back.
"Oh... OH!"
Apparently, in the dream, I had been laying on the couch and she asked me to do something and I responded something along the lines of "Meh, I'd rather be boning Faye."
Faye. A fictional character from the web comic "Questionable Content" which we both read.
https://questionablecontent.fandom.com/wiki/Faye_Whitaker
But now it's hilarious, because when she asks me to do something I can go "Meh, I'd rather be boning Faye."
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What cosplay would make it weird?
Galactus.
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So years ago, I was going through chemotherapy, and was seeing an oncologist regularly. She was my age more or less and very attractive and single, but also an oncologist treating me professionally.
We got along very well and generally ended up talking about things other than my treatment (which is how I learned she was single - she shared that fact unprompted), but even with that, I never pushed it - it just seemed too weird to actually pursue a relationship with my oncologist. I couldn't be sure how much of it was just in my head - some weird doctor/patient dependency thing - and besides, she was a responsible professional and I was a house painter living in a duplex and spending my spare time smoking pot and playing disc golf, so it wasn't like I had anything of actual value to offer. So I just contented myself with pleasant conversations every two weeks.
Then one day, right near the end of my treatment, seemingly out of nowhere, she said, "I dreamed about you last night."
I panicked. I couldn't imagine any follow-up to that that wasn't going to be weird or disappointing or stressful.
I don't remember what I said or how the conversation went from there, but it was noncommittal enough that I never learned the details of her dream, and our last few appointments were straightforwardly professional, and that was that. My cancer never recurred, and I haven't seen her since.
I've always wondered, but you know - if I had it to do over again, I doubt I'd do any differently.
Winner: Taskmaster Challenge "Biggest Anticlimax"
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lol. that is thing so funny because of how untrue it likely is. you are very humungus fellow human. I will tell my earth mate as she to will find it so funny.
Hold up guys. I think this Hubert Manne might not be completely human. Note that they used the wrong "too". Major red flag for aliens there.
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What? You think Ill be leaving? Its comfy in here. Man these chips are so delicious but so many crumbs. And I hate how the dip falls off them all the time. Man good thing there is so many things to wipe my hands on.
You know it's bad when your memories smell like sour cream and onion.
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So years ago, I was going through chemotherapy, and was seeing an oncologist regularly. She was my age more or less and very attractive and single, but also an oncologist treating me professionally.
We got along very well and generally ended up talking about things other than my treatment (which is how I learned she was single - she shared that fact unprompted), but even with that, I never pushed it - it just seemed too weird to actually pursue a relationship with my oncologist. I couldn't be sure how much of it was just in my head - some weird doctor/patient dependency thing - and besides, she was a responsible professional and I was a house painter living in a duplex and spending my spare time smoking pot and playing disc golf, so it wasn't like I had anything of actual value to offer. So I just contented myself with pleasant conversations every two weeks.
Then one day, right near the end of my treatment, seemingly out of nowhere, she said, "I dreamed about you last night."
I panicked. I couldn't imagine any follow-up to that that wasn't going to be weird or disappointing or stressful.
I don't remember what I said or how the conversation went from there, but it was noncommittal enough that I never learned the details of her dream, and our last few appointments were straightforwardly professional, and that was that. My cancer never recurred, and I haven't seen her since.
I've always wondered, but you know - if I had it to do over again, I doubt I'd do any differently.
This is nothing like the last documentary I watched, where Dr Sins used a radical new technique to cure his patient's cancer.
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You had a nightmare you say?
To shreds, you say?
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Hold up guys. I think this Hubert Manne might not be completely human. Note that they used the wrong "too". Major red flag for aliens there.
hey hey hey there. Lets not get hasty here. We are all earth bros here and there is no such things as aliens. I mean if their were wouldn't they like manipulating the media to get idiots into power so that they could easily take over and protect their agents. Thats like illegal immigrant type talk.
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“A pleasant dream, I hope.”
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This one dreams of electric sheep, has not found one to tell.
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Since I avoid human contact as much as possible… it would be weird that a stranger had a dream with me in it
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Context is sooo important in this case. What sort of dream?
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Agreed with the other comment, the context does matter.
I've been featured in one my coworker's dreams apparently. Not in a weird way, she's told me and the dream was very funny. More like an inside/office type joke that must have snuck into her dream state LOL.
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hey hey hey there. Lets not get hasty here. We are all earth bros here and there is no such things as aliens. I mean if their were wouldn't they like manipulating the media to get idiots into power so that they could easily take over and protect their agents. Thats like illegal immigrant type talk.
Wrong there. Definitely human.
Sorry guys, false alarm.
